Cyclone7Spoiler's video: HQ Streetlife - Can t Stop Won t Stop Lyrics

[Intro: Streetlife] Yeah, yo, yeah, yo, yea [Hook: Streetlife] I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it, get it I can't stop, won't stop, don't stop, get it, get it [Streetlife] We niggaz with attitudes, don't approach us Or the guns will start coming out the hosters Who wanna bang bang? Do you really, really? I smoke niggaz like blunts, mixed with illy-illy I'm down for whatever, whenever, who wit it Niggaz want mine? Come get it I send you to your maker, take me to your leader All non believers, get slapped with the heater I'm straight thuggin' it, gotta say I'm lovin' it Got my middle finger up, at the government I want it all, the fame, the fortune I'm trynna get it, before I'm dead in a coffin The drama thickens, my baby momma's bitchin' I can't complain cuz nobody's listening So feel my pain, I'm hurtin' the same Faggot niggaz kickin' dirt on my name, I'm Streetlife [Chorus x2: Streetlife] Aiyo, they don't call me Street for nothing You know, you can lose your life for fronting Oh no, Staten Island niggaz is coming It's like whoa, young'n, let me show you something [Streetlife] Yeah, we down for the cause, we all outlaws When we kick down the door, everybody hit the floor When we bust off a shot, drop it like it's hot Uh-huh, nobody move, nobody get popped I'm holding you hostage, you, rap impostors All you fake gangstas, and wanna be mobsters All you stank bitches, that suck dick and gossip Keep my name out your mouth, hands out my pocket Uh-huh, I'm certified street, check my credentials Quick to snuff a nigga, fuck up his dentals Uh-huh, a little mental, my screws is loose Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, with the missing tooth Uh-huh, don't count me out, deal me in I got hang time, I play 'above the rim' You ride the pine, watch mine move from the sideline I don't need the lime light, nigga, I got shine [Chorus x2] From Streetlife - Street Education